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Chapter 73

The small villa is the real estate bought by Jin Ye High School when he made his first money. The place is remote and the layout is not big.The decoration is all according to Jin Ye's preferences. Among his several houses, this is where most people live.

Wen Liang confirmed that Jin Ye was fast asleep, and got out of bed to continue cleaning the room, at least finishing this task before leaving.

Think about it, life is actually a circle. He started from cleaning for Jin Ye, went around in circles, and the last thing he did for Jin Ye was also this.

The records in the audio-visual room were covered with dust again, and he put those vinyl discs into boxes one by one.After playing the piano for more than 20 years, I thought the hardest thing to let go of would be the heavy discs, the piano that hurts my heart every time I see it, but at this moment, Wen Liang, who is holding the discs, feels like an ancient well. Wave.

I have already decided to leave, and there is really nothing I can't let go of.

Without Jin Ye's help, Wen Liang cleaned fairly quickly.At four o'clock in the morning, the sky has turned gray-blue, and soon the first rays of sunlight will shine into this small house.I don't know if it's because it's near the suburbs, the night is too quiet, and the various sounds in Wen Liang's ears have been calmed down after nightfall.

He sat in the porch, tied his shoelaces with his head bowed, and focused his eyes on his hands as much as possible. Suddenly, a jingling phone rang through the silence of the night.Wen Liang looked back at the dim living room, the classic British-style telephone ornament on the museum shelf against the wall, in the darkness, there was another sharp ringtone.

Wen Liang stared at the antique phone in a daze. Did Jin Ye get connected for this old antique on a whim?This is something from the last century, can it also be equipped with the telephone line here?

The phone rang again, and that sharp voice pierced Wen Liang's heart, as if if he didn't pick it up again, that classical and gorgeous ornament would turn into a monster and come and bite him fiercely.

Wen Liang didn't know why he was so scared, maybe the room was too dark without the lights on, maybe it was because there was no one around him covering his eyes and telling him "that's fake", maybe it was because so many days of being together day and night made him feel uncomfortable again. A dependent mentality developed, so that the sudden ringing of the phone in the early morning made him tremble with fear.

He walked over slowly, and when he passed the coffee table, he groped for the scissors used to cut Jin Ye's hair, and held them tightly in his hands.The phone rang again, and hearing the sound when he got closer made his heart palpitate even more.He hesitated for a moment, picked up the heavy phone, and took it off the shelf.

The phone is not connected.

But still ringing.

There was confusion in Wen Liang's eyes, and he knelt on the ground, picking at the carpet nervously.He couldn't control his thoughts a little bit, and the chaotic emotions were like a turbulent flow, shaking his reason to the point of collapse.He wanted to answer the call very strongly in his heart, but his reason told him that it was really just an illusion.He was very anxious. The tension, fear, urgency, pain, and hesitation in his heart were amplified and urged by the sharp ringing of the bell. His mind was like a string that was quickly tightened and made an overwhelmed creaking sound. .

He seemed to be unable to hear anything, and seemed to be hit by a huge sound wave so that he could only hear the sound of tinnitus. There seemed to be a thick membrane in the air, penetrating into his skin, his brain, and his heart, slowly It bound him tightly and blinded him, and his whole body began to sag, as if he couldn't even think.

His eyes were dull, his eyes sank, and he glanced at the scissors in his hand. Without thinking about it, he cut it directly on his left hand completely subconsciously.The sharp pain tore a hole in his consciousness, Wen Liang took a deep breath as if he was about to suffocate.The senses were distorted and reset, and the ringtones that were near and far away were heard in the ears, and the confusing darkness and ghosts were in front of my eyes.

His face was pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, the scissors were still pinched in the flesh of his palm, and blood dripped and dripped to stain a small piece of carpet.

The desperate call is still ringing.

Wen Liang was much more awake, with a hopeless smile on his lips, looking at the phone that only rang in his world, his right hand clenched the scissors even tighter.

This is a call that cannot be answered.

Wen Liang was so painful that the left half of his body was about to twitch. He knelt down and pressed his forehead to the ground, silently enduring the pain, but the sharp bell still rang from time to time.

He knew who was on the phone.

That was someone he could no longer face. He hadn't seen him for many years, and his entangled emotions, love and hatred had all been buried in his heart.At the end of life, if you really can't let go of something, if you really want something, if you have to say goodbye to someone...

But this is something he can't do anyway.

His hallucinations did not let him go, stubbornly trying to lie to him and coax him.Can I be forgiven for picking up the phone?But that's all fake.

Wen Liang closed her eyes and stood up staggeringly.He was going to leave. This decision was made very early on. Instead of making such painful and useless choices now, it is better to settle it sooner.

"Warm and cool!"

hallucination?is real?Forget it, don't want to worry about it.Holding his bloody left hand, Wen Liang stumbled towards the entrance.

Jin Ye strode forward and grabbed Wen Liang's elbow, the bright red blood stinging Jin Ye's eyes in the dim light of early morning.He reached out to turn on the headlight in the living room, and the bright light instantly illuminated the pale as paper person in front of him.Wen Liang's face was bloodless, even his lips were white, reflecting the thick black of the drooping eyelashes.He couldn't stand upright in pain, the white sweater was covered with blood, his right hand was holding his left wrist, the skin and flesh of his slender palm was opened, and the blood was dripping down, even the white sneakers on his feet were covered with blood. Spots of blood.

"What are you doing?!" Jin Ye exploded in an instant, he didn't care to think about it, he pulled the square scarf on the sofa next to him, wrapped it around Wen Liang's hand, then bent down and picked up his leg , picked him up and rushed out.

A large amount of blood was lost, and Wen Liang was already a little unconscious. He leaned on the passenger seat, his neck was hanging on the side, his eyes were squinted, and the little eyeballs that were exposed seemed to be frozen and lifeless.While driving, Jin Ye anxiously stretched out his hand to pat his cold cheek, his hand was also full of warm blood, which dried up and turned dark red.

"Wen Liang! You dare to sleep in and try! Let me tell you! I..." Jin Ye couldn't help crying before he could yell out completely. The tears in his eyes blurred his vision. Stepping on the gas pedal hard, he was already so careful, yet let Wen Liang get hurt right under his nose!After bleeding so much, he was already very weak... "Wen Liang!" He stretched out his hand again, holding Wen Liang's drooping head, crying and begging, "Please, hold on a little longer, you If you dare to die! Let me tell you! I hate you forever! I hate you to death, do you hear..."

Wen Liang was in a state of chaos, and vaguely heard a voice crying, shouting, threatening, and he felt his body sinking continuously, like being trapped in a piece of stiff soil, a ball of cotton wool without elasticity , Coldness and darkness gradually filled his entire senses.

Goodbye, Jin Ye, sorry.

If there is a next life, I will definitely find you early, love you once and for all, and never let go.

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